As we wander into the dark,dark night
Unsure of the coming again of light
Take with us a picture of the best thing in sight;

The love of those left behind.

It is not always the way that we dont come back
For many are tested upon the rack
But hope in abundance is not something to lack;

With the love of those left behind.

Yearning for sustainance have nothing to fear
All that do know you will be fast praying here
Deep down in their hearts you will always be near

Within the love of those left behind.

On return to the family still brazen and bold
In a week or a month as long as foretold
remember that you are well blessed with the gold

Of the love of those left behind.